Olivia’s POV
Frederick’s control snapped. His eyes darkened, feral, and before I could react, he yanked toward the bed. The impact knocked the air from my lungs, my palms scraping the sheets as he pinned . His body pressed hard against mine, heat and raw fury radiating from him.
He ripped off his briefs in one violent motion, his cock springing free, hard and huge. My stomach twisted at the sight, but I refused to flinch, refused to give him even a flicker of triumph. I tried to push him, to shove him back, but his strength pinned completely.
I should have teleported, should have vanished in an instant, but rage consud . It was blinding, roaring inside like wildfire. My vision blurred with fury. And then it happened: fire erupted from my hand. A scorching wave of heat shot outward, licking the sheets, sizzling the air.
Frederick’s eyes widened in shock, his roar of anger colliding with surprise. I could feel his body stiffen, his grip faltering as the flas surged. Smoke curled around us, stinging my nose, but I didn’t stop. My wolf roared in unison with , unleashed and victorious, demanding the dominance I refused to relinquish.
The bed shook as he stumbled backward, finally releasing , his hands frantic, eyes locked on the fire now crackling along the edge of the sheets. I leapt away, rolling to my feet, heart hamring, breaths sharp and wild.
"You think you can fuck ?" I spat, my voice a razor cutting through the chaos. "I am not yours, Frederick. Not ever."
He growled, rage and disbelief battling inside him, and lunged again, but I was ready this ti, every nerve alive with heat and fury. My hand rose, flas dancing along my fingertips, and I let the fire speak my warning.
"Try ," I hissed, venom and power coiling together, "and I’ll burn your cock."
Frederick’s fury didn’t fade. He stumbled backward, his eyes blazing, but his gaze locked on like a predator refusing to let go. His voice was low, lethal, trembling with anger.
"You belong to , Olivia," he growled, stepping closer, while I stretched out my flaming hand toward him. "You were vowed to . You will be mine. I will marry you."
I laughed, sharp and bitter, shaking my head. "Over my dead body," I spat, every word burning with defiance.
His eyes darkened, and a slow, terrifying smile curled his lips. "Then I will marry your dead body," he whispered, each word a promise and a threat all at once.
Before I could react, he tore his briefs the rest of the way, yanking on his jeans over his nakedness, and with a searing glare, he stord out. The door slamd behind him.
I sank to the bed, chest heaving, wolf growling softly in my chest. I stared at my flaming hand, and I inhaled deeply as the fire began to lessen. Suddenly the door to my room pushed open, and Mother stord in.
Her brows furrowed when she saw in my torn dress, and then her eyes darted to the flas dancing in my fingers.
"Olivia, what happened?" she asked, her eyes full of concern, confusion, and curiosity.
I didn’t give her a response; rather, I quenched the fire in my hand.
Slowly, I pushed myself off the bed and headed toward the dresser.
I grabbed a pair of jeans and a simple shirt, pulling them on quickly. The denim hugged my legs, the shirt soft against my skin—mundane, normal, I needed to feel like myself again, away from the chaos Frederick had tried to drag into.
"Olivia... what happened?" Her voice was tight, part concern, part curiosity. Her brows furrowed, her hands twitching as if she wanted to reach for .
I didn’t answer. Instead, I clenched my jaw, shoved the last of my hair behind my shoulder, and glared at her. The fire in my chest had not yet cooled.
"Answer ," she pressed, voice sharper now, the worry laced with accusation.
I spat the words out before she could fra them any other way. "Your favorite Lord Frederick almost raped !"
Her mouth opened, then closed again, a sharp intake of breath betraying the shock she tried to hide. Her eyes narrowed, searching mine as though trying to find so reason to disbelieve , but I held her gaze.
"Do you understand? He—he lost control. He—" I shook my head, struggling to keep my voice steady. "He thinks he owns , Mother. He thinks he can force . But I—" I took a shaky breath, glaring at her with everything I had left. "I’m not his. Not ever."
Her lips pressed into a thin line, hands clenching at her sides, a storm of fear and fury battling behind her eyes. She wanted to say sothing, anything, to make it all better, but the truth burned too sharply between us. I could see the gears turning in her mind, the questions and the horror, but I wasn’t letting her intervene—not yet.
I crossed my arms over my chest, still trembling slightly, still filled with rage. "If I was an ordinary girl, he could have had his way with —" I spat at her. "That is the kind of man you want to be with!"
Mother’s lips tightened, her voice calm when it finally broke through the silence. "Lord Frederick is a dominant, possessive man. You know this. You provoked him, Olivia—what did you expect would happen when you pushed him so far?"
My eyes widened, disbelief flooding , and then rage followed like a floodgate breaking. "What did I expect?" I barked, stepping toward her. "So now it’s my fault? I provoked him? Are you even listening to yourself? He tried to force himself on , Mother! He had his hands on , he—" My voice cracked with fury, my wolf snarling inside. "And your first thought is to defend him?"
Her face twitched, torn between anger and guilt, but she stood her ground. "You don’t understand, Olivia. n like Frederick... they don’t respond to defiance. You can’t keep humiliating him publicly and expect there to be no consequences. I am trying to keep you alive—"
I let out a bitter, humorless laugh, shaking my head. "Alive? You call this alive? To be chained to a monster who only sees as property?" My voice rose, sharp and ragged. "You want to know the truth, Mother? You disgust more than he does. Because at least Frederick doesn’t hide what he is. You pretend it’s all for my ’good.’"
Her mouth opened, then closed, her expression faltering as my words struck. She looked almost... wounded. But I didn’t let myself feel guilty. Not this ti.
I jabbed a finger toward the door, my jaw clenched so tight it hurt. "Get out."
Her brows furrowed, her lips trembling as though she wanted to plead with . "Olivia, please. Let us talk—"
"No!" I cut her off, my voice loud enough to rattle the air between us. "If you don’t leave my room this instant, I swear I will teleport away, and you will never see again. Not you. Not Frederick. No one. I’ll be gone, and you’ll have nothing left of your daughter but her mory."
The silence that followed was suffocating.
Her face paled, her chest rising and falling in uneven breaths. I could see the battle raging in her eyes—fear, pride, desperation—but she didn’t take a step closer.
"Get. Out," I repeated, my voice lower now, but sharp enough to echo in the room.
Her throat bobbed as she swallowed hard, then without another word, she turned on her heel and walked out, the door shutting quietly behind her.
The mont she left, I sagged onto the edge of the bed, my body trembling, my wolf pacing restlessly inside .
The air felt heavy, suffocating, pressing against my chest like a weight I couldn’t lift. Even with the flas in my hand gone, the fire inside refused to die down. Every inhale scratched my lungs, every exhale burned. This room—these walls—were choking .
I couldn’t stay here. Not now. Not after Frederick’s filth and Mother’s betrayal.
But where could I go?
The thought of the triplets stabbed . Lennox and Levi were still at each other’s throats, their bond poisoned by jealousy and rivalry. I had vowed not to see them until they made peace, until they could stand beside each other without tearing in half. That left only one...
Louis.
He wasn’t caught up in their fight.
I closed my eyes and reached out through the mind-link, my voice shaky and strained. "Louis..."
There was a pause, then his voice ca, calm but edged with concern. "Olivia? Are you okay?"
He obviously noticed my emotions through the bond.
My throat tightened, but I forced the words out. "No. I... I can’t breathe in this place anymore. Where are you?"
"Packhouse," he answered instantly, his tone sharpening as if ready to drop everything.
I bit my lip, pacing, one hand pressed hard against my chest as though I could hold myself together. "Louis... can we et? Sowhere else? Away from there?"
Silence filled the link for a heartbeat, and then his reply ca, gentle but sure. "Yes. I have my own apartnt."
I blinked, startled. "You do?"
"We all do," he explained quickly. "Separate spaces... for when things get too much and for privacy."
I sucked in a shaky breath, my heart thudding faster. "Where?"
His voice dropped to sothing soft, sothing that steadied even as I shook. "Wait beside our favorite coffee shop. Three minutes. I’ll co to you. My place is just behind it."
Three minutes.
I let out a trembling breath, already reaching for my shoes. Three minutes, and I wouldn’t be here anymore. Three minutes, and maybe I could breathe again.
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